At Mardi Gras 1985 I was a w****. I went to several gay bars and sucked so much d*** it was crazy. It is lucky I didn’t pick up HIV since I didn’t know any of these guys. In the back alley of one bar I was with at least ten guys, black, white, old, fat, muscled. I miss the days when my looks would attract any guy in the place. That summer, I would go to an adult movie theater and s*** guys in the auditorium. After that, I slowed down on anonymous s** considerably. Now I hardly have s** at all. One extreme to another I guess.
